YEAR ON ENDS

As days walk into months
And months walk into years
Hands of growth lengthen
Into beauty and ugliness
Deeds are born
As others die no matter their impacts
Dreams are birthed into mystic boxes
And hang like dew
Which needs to be conjured on a mountain top
After climbing steps of hardwork
Every step of a second
Demands the movement of muscles
Pure panting
Serious stepping
Clearing chaos
Churning clevers
Breaking borders
Beating bouncers
Until we meet another door of year
Or exit
Challenging and cruel
But pushers of breaths
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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